It’s been a month since I became Liam’s primary caregiver. I
say primary, because he has had some great ladies looking after him (thank you,
Karen, Heather, Susan, Sarah, and the ladies at the church) some days so I can get
some work done. Since things got crazy back on the 11th and J became
trapped in a horizontal state, I have been juggling Liam, Jennifer, housework,
holidays, cooking, cleaning, remodeling, my full-time job, a cold, and occasionally
sleep. Thankfully, my boss has been very generous and told me to take the time
I needed and in return, I have been staying caught up on work from home. It has
been an incredible experience to spend so much time with Liam. I know that I’ll
never get to spend this much time with him (24/7, basically) at this age and in
this current version of our family. He is developing so quickly. He is so
smart, funny, strong, stubborn, and charming. His talking is improving rapidly;
he can carry on a basic conversation with me. The ladies love Liam and he loves
them too. He has so many little girlfriends now and he likes all of them (and
they seem to like hanging around with him too) and he'll ask when he's going to see ______ again. He is quite the character in public and brings a lot of life and energy to boring places (post office, grocery store, etc) where everyone seems miserable. He is also an expert on trains,
specifically all of the characters from Thomas and Friends. He also likes to
watch videos of actual steam trains and he’ll pick out what character they look
like. Since we have started spending more time together and he has learned to
depend on me, we have a much stronger relationship than before when I’d see him
for several hours every weeknight and then all weekend. At that time, he was attached to momma and I was just "that guy". Finally, I can tell
that the little guy genuinely loves me and I love him so much. I’ll be glad
when J comes home, though, and hopefully baby Gibson stays in there a long time.
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